He tried to tell her how beautiful she was
Time and time again
But for the most part she hated her body
Never pretty enough
Never tall enough
Or thin enough
Not curvy in the right places
So when he wanted to paint her
To show her true beauty
He took her in his hands and caressed her
Traced her graceful curves
Swept her body with glorious colour
Her hips and her thighs
Her buttocks and her breasts
Her shoulders
Her toes
She was more than beautiful to him
She was his woman
His love
His life
And he wanted her to feel in his hands
The love that he felt every day
In his heart
All he desired
Was for her to love herself
As he loved her
Simply
Deeply
Completely
~ Isabella ~
You can say it a million times
But it is like you never said it ever
The body only keeps the heart and soul
Which is all that matters
Firstly there is the magnificent fun of getting this colorful. And then the delightful fun of getting clean again. Win...
The perfect canvas.